Finished! The one who rushed out of the tent was almost at the same time, and the same thought flashed through his leader. The first time he saw the true face of the enemy, his heart sank.

It wasn't because he saw the identity of the enemy, except for the Ming army, no one would be the enemy of the Tatars at this time, and the confrontation with the Ming army was expected.

And not because there are too many enemies.

Leaning against the mountain, there was no shortage of wood, there were bonfires lit all around the tribe, it was very bright in the snowy night, and the Ming army also had a lot of torches, for him, an old scout, it was easy to distinguish the number of opponents. However, there are only more than 1,000 people, and there are nearly 5,000 tribes in the Belu tribe, and there are nearly 2,000 Qingzhuang alone.

It's also not that the Ming army is too brave.

He should also be a part of the escape from Yingzhou, he knows what the most powerful killer weapon of the Ming army is. These Ming soldiers came lightly, and although their clothes were very cumbersome, they did not wear iron armor, nor did they have strong crossbows or terrible giant knives in their hands. Such a Ming army may not be weak, but at least they will not have that desperately overwhelming advantage.

What frightened him was the speed of these Ming troops!

These Ming troops are not cavalry, and it is useless to be cavalry, and in such heavy snow, horses can't run at all. They only stepped on two slender planks under their feet and held two wooden sticks in their hands, and when they entered their camp, the wooden sticks were tossed aside and replaced by bows and arrows and long knives.

Of course, he knew that it was easy to slide through the snow with a wooden plank, but only if it was pulled by livestock, and the speed could not have reached such a terrifying level.

The fierce northwest wind blew the bonfire swaying, and in the flickering light of the fire, the figure of the Ming army was like a ghost, one moment it was still a few feet away, and the next moment it was in front of it.

It should have been seen that several of his henchmen rushed out of the tent, and before they could raise their knives, or even see their opponents clearly, they had already passed by the opponents, leaving them with a wound or a wound and blood all over their bodies.

The scene in front of me is very similar to the scene of the herdsmen going to the Central Plains to plunder, riding horses and roaring through the villages and towns of the Ming people. Relying on the onslaught of the cavalry, they cut down the men who dared to resist with their knives, whipped those who tried to escape, and finally used ropes to capture the rest of the men as prisoners and lead them back to the steppe like cattle.

The death of a few of his subordinates should have been shattered. He wanted to go to the rescue, but those men were in charge of guarding, and they all lived in tents on the outermost periphery, and they were the first to encounter the enemy. He himself came out of the king's tent, out of the very center of the camp, a long way from there.

If it weren't for this abominable snow, the distance would be nothing, and you would have been able to rush up in a few breaths as long as you got on the horse. But now, he should have to rely on his own legs to rush over, and the distance of one hundred and ten paces was like a moat, which made him sigh with admiration, and he quickly gave up this plan.

Despite his anger, he was also a mirror in his heart, and an enemy with this speed was no match for him, just as a cavalry raided an infantry, and the shepherds who rushed into battle were only slaughtered. If you want to survive in death, or even turn defeat into victory, you can only wait and wait for the speed of the Ming army to slow down.

The Ming army should have originally come from the south, but the direction of their attack was east, and they should know why it was quickly, because there were mountains in the east, and they could have such a terrifying speed by sliding down the mountains.

Although the momentum is great, it will still be consumed after all, and if there is a chance to win, it will be the moment when the Ming army slows down or even stops. If by then, the loss of the tribe is not particularly large, and he can gather a group of men and horses, he can give full play to the advantage in numbers. You know, the prairie people are all soldiers!

"The Ming robbers are coming, they kill people without blinking, everyone takes weapons and gathers in Barry's tent!" At the same time, he quickly turned his head and ran to the west, shouting loudly as he ran.

Another roaring Tartar rushed over, Liu Qi gently supported the snow pole with his left hand, made a smooth arc, and at the same time staggered over, he waved the knife with his right hand, and the tartar flew out in a spun way, blood splattered all over the ground, and the snow melted with steam.

At this moment, he heard the shout of Yesaya, he frowned, and asked behind him, "What is the name of that loudest Tartar ghost?" ”

"That guy seems to be a leader, clamoring for the people from the west to assemble." Shi Wenbo's head and face are also covered with blood, his skiing skills are not below Liu Qi, since the start of the raid, he has cut down seven or eight shepherds, "It's really cool to cut people on a sled, haha." ”

"It's quite slippery," Liu Qi smashed his mouth, and glanced in the direction where he should have run with some unwillingness, "It's a pity that it's far away, it's not easy to get accurate, otherwise the brothers should let him down." ”

"It's troublesome for them to gather, Brother Seven, why don't I take my brother to rush?" discovered the opportunity to make meritorious contributions, and Shi Wenbo hurriedly asked for help.

"No, it's better to push them through the periphery as originally planned, squeeze them into the middle, and then gather and annihilate them in one go." Liu Qi sneered as he reached out and touched his waist, there were five round things there, which was another killer feature of their raid.

"If this consumption is too much, there is no way to replenish it, what should I do with the king's account?" Swenbo still didn't give up.

"Swallow what is in your mouth first, and then say, it is easy to choke when you eat the pot and look into the basin." Liu Qi shook his head, the ability of skis to maintain speed is much stronger than what should be imagined, on the tail end of the ski and on the pole, there are rollers, the skills are mastered well, not borrowing the terrain, but also sliding on the snow at a certain speed, borrowing the terrain is even more incredible.

However, there is no way to do it in battle, because skiers cannot hold their canes in both hands, and they also have to swing their knives and slash, and the momentum of the assault will soon pass. If you rush too deeply, you may be surrounded by counter-surrounding, and then you will lose your troops, after all, the opponent is a Tartar, but not a good man and a woman, Liu Qi thinks that it is better not to be greedy for merit.

"Spread out the formation and attack according to the established plan." The bandit's surname is not reduced, but Shi Wenbo is very strict with the implementation of military orders, seeing that the main general has made a decision, he will not say more, say hello, and Liu Qibing divided into two roads, along the camp of the Tartars, launched a loose goose marching formation.

The formation was full of murderous intent, and everywhere it passed, there were only fallen corpses and burning tents, and by the time the large array advanced to the center of the camp, the flames had already converged into a single piece, rising into the sky, visible from far and near.

At this time, the king's tent was empty, and a dozen drunkards finally crawled out before the arrival of the killing god. And with the efforts of the same speed, more than a thousand herdsmen with weapons gathered, and when they saw that their homes were burned, their eyes were not only frightened, but also full of grief and indignation.

"Don't be afraid, they've already stopped, if they're all foot battles, how can we lose to Mingren?" He should have shouted loudly to boost the morale of the clansmen, "They have killed so many clansmen, they can't easily let them go and fight with them." ”

With his shout, and seeing the Ming army sledding at the end of its momentum, the shepherds grew bolder, grief and anger overwhelmed fear, clenched the weapons in their hands, and slowly stepped forward. It's just that no one noticed, and although he shouted loudly, he didn't move at his feet.

"Why did the Ming army suddenly not move? Don't be weird, right? ”

From the beginning of the raid to now, it has been half an hour, more than half of the nearly 5,000 clansmen have died under the Ming saber, and some have probably fled, not all the shepherds are outlaws, and there are many guys who are afraid of death. Belu's wine was also sober, and he was distressed, annoyed, and frightened.

As soon as the Ming army made a move, it was a fierce attack of the wind and fire, but now it suddenly stopped moving, which made people mutter. Belu didn't dare to speak loudly, but whispered a reminder in Yesu's ear.

"What then?" He was also playing drums in his heart, and the number of people on both sides was similar, but the quality on his side was much worse. The Ming army is a veteran of killing, successful raids, and morale is booming, and many of his side are just ordinary shepherds, and it is difficult to say whether they will win or lose.

"Why don't you wait?" Belu said vaguely. The Ming army came from afar, and looking at the posture or the attack launched overnight, it should be quite tired, plus the severe cold, the longer it is delayed, the more unfavorable it should be.

"Wait......" also nodded and shook his head. He agrees, but has some misgivings. The clothes worn by Ming Jun also seemed to be a little strange, anyway, after fighting for a long time, he didn't notice any stiffness in the other party's movements.

"Let's hurry up, or ......" Turning his head to look at his people, he found that many of them were blue. It's normal to think about it, I was awakened from my sleep, and some people didn't even have time to put on their robes before they came out, even if they wore them, the cold wind was howling, and they stood for nearly half an hour, and they were just as cold.

"Which Ming soldiers are not afraid of the cold, and what are their strange clothes? Actually more frost-resistant than fur? Beru said indignantly. It's really unreasonable, there are no horses, but they can run fast; There is no fur, but it is more resistant to frost than those who wear fur; God knows what else is weird about these guys.

"Rush up and fight with them." Belu pulled out his sword, led his people, and ran with a deep foot and a shallow foot, and launched a charge not much faster than a tortoise.

After all, the conversation between the two did not spread, and the shepherds still maintained a certain morale, so most of them followed him. It's just that he didn't notice that the one he leaned on as a dry city had disappeared into the darkness.

When the shouting sound sounded, he should have subconsciously accelerated his pace, because he had participated in the battle of Yingzhou, so he had a wide range of knowledge, although he did not see it with his own eyes, but he could be sure that the Ming army must still have a killer feature, that is...... "Boom, boom!" "The continuous roar is so loud, even the screams are suppressed, and it is time to run faster, there should not be many firearms in the Ming army, and there are many people who can fight it, but now, it is better to run as far as possible.

(To be continued)